#saganu

Another commission for the lovely @andveryginger​ of Adela and Saganu - it was a lot of fun to draw these two ♥


It is strange to think, I have not seen you in so long. I have seen the silvery moons of many worlds across the galaxy, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your handsome, princely face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small, they can pass through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has sent me to.

My missions in the name of the Empire and our allies within the Chiss Ascendancy are expected to take me to Copero in the coming months. Though it is a warm, verdant planet bedecked in majestic painted mountains and sparkling beaches, I’ll find it as empty and cold as the wastelands of Hoth if you’re not there.

Hope guides me. It gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you leave my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.

With all the love that I possess…I remain yours…

Your Red Flame. 💙❤️💙

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Okay, confession time. A friend of mine on Twitter and I were joking about Saganu’s return to SWTOR, and, sappy that I am, tried to write cheesy love poetry for our handsome Chiss prince.

I thought I’d write him a love letter instead. This one I pulled from one of my favorite movies, A Knight’s Tale, because it was soooo beautiful and so eloquent…it felt like a fitting follow-up to Saganu’s message after you leave Hoth. Goodness knows how long you’ve been away from him. I would really, really love to see if the female Imperial Agent will be able to…ahem, advance her relationship with him. 💍 It probably won’t happen, but I can dream, can’t I?

@eorzeashan tagged me, so SW:TOR it is!

I've been working on this WIP for a while - not because I don't enjoy it, because it is absolutely where Nikali's story is headed, but because it's a little sappy and right now my headspace isn't really handling sappy well. (So, of course, it's almost all that I'm writing - and abandoning - and writing again.) I've included a few more than just the last line because context matters, but if everyone's cheating, is it really cheating?

Over her head, he met Saganu’s eyes. The Chiss still had tear tracks on his cheeks, but he was smiling - grinning really. “Thank you,” the Aristocra murmured, and Theron shook his head. “Thank you,” he repeated stubbornly. “Without you, this would never have been possible. It’s not just Nikali who has given me a child. It’s you, too.”

“Ikasti,” Saganu started, but this time it was his sister who interrupted him, coming to her feet and studying her son intently.

Tilanu tapped a finger against her cheek. “You can do this?” she asked her son bluntly, and Iksati nodded. “And you?” she added, glancing at Idora appraisingly. The young woman nodded firmly, glancing sidelong at Ikasti and intercepting his return look.

Saganu studied his nephew, troubled. “If you are certain…”

Oddly, it wasn’t Ikasti who reassured his uncle. “Saganu,” Kali called gently, and he tilted his head back to look at her. “You know how Ikasti is with Shani. It has been clear ever since I first got pregnant that he was meant to be a father - but no matter how amazingly capable Zivan is, that is one gift he will never be able to provide. This is an excellent solution for all involved - a pair of children, each bearing Miurani and Inrokini blood, loved and desired by all four of their parents - by their families.”